It brings me great joy to know that the best film of 2007 can’t be swept under the carpet, and that P.T. Anderson’s Little Boston has become the internet’s playground. Despite what you may have been hearing over the past few weeks, the problem isn’t with these types of smart, ballsy films being over our heads. It’s just that nobody wants to sit through the Oscars anymore because they have better things to do with their three hours, like constructing their own tiny, hemp-infused epics.